Every October, the same camp that can’t define a woman suddenly transforms into a panel of historical experts. They put down their gender-studies textbooks just long enough to lecture the rest of us about “colonial oppression” and the supposed horrors of Christopher Columbus. And right on cue, like clockwork, the chorus of virtue signalers begins its annual hymn:

“Indigenous People’s Day.”

What a poetic touch. Because nothing says “progress” like erasing the man who quite literally connected the hemispheres and ushered in the birth of the modern world. Nothing says “justice” like renaming a day of discovery into a celebration of tribes who—spoiler alert—spent most of their time raiding, scalping, and enslaving each other long before a single European set foot on their shores.

But let’s be honest. This was never about “history.” The left doesn’t care about history—they care about control. They rewrite, redefine, and repackage until everything noble looks evil, and everything evil looks noble. They call it “decolonization.” I call it what it is, a carnival of vandalism with a thesaurus.

Christopher Columbus, the man they now brand as a genocidal villain, was actually a vessel of providence. A flawed man, yes, but one used by God to set in motion a civilization that would eventually carry the gospel to the ends of the earth. He wasn’t sailing to enslave—he was sailing to expand, to explore, to connect.

Meanwhile, the tribes he encountered were not the peace-loving, flute-playing environmentalists your kids’ social studies teacher wants you to picture. They were engaged in perpetual warfare, ritual sacrifice, and yes, cannibalism. But don’t you dare say that out loud—your local DEI officer might accuse you of “historical violence.”

For example, the Iroquois Confederacy, often portrayed as wise and democratic, waged what were called “Mourning Wars,” where they would grieve their dead by kidnapping, torturing, and burning prisoners alive.

The Karankawa believed eating their enemies gave them power. The Mississippian mound builders practiced human sacrifice, and the Powhatans were no strangers to ritual killing.

And yet, somehow, Columbus is the barbarian?

It’s funny—today’s cultural deconstructionists worship “Mother Earth” with their climate marches and compost bins, but the pre-Columbian tribes they romanticize literally torched forests to hunt animals and wage war. By their own standards, these were the original environmental terrorists. But sure, tell me again how they “lived in harmony with nature.”

Let’s be real. What the left calls “Indigenous People’s Day” is just another sermon in their ongoing religion of resentment. It’s not about celebrating anyone—it’s about condemning you. It’s about making you ashamed of the civilization that gave you electricity, medicine, the rule of law, and yes, indoor plumbing.

The same civilization that created the very social media platforms these neo-pagans now use to denounce “colonialism.” They curse Columbus from the palm of their hand—on devices made possible by the civilization he helped set in motion.

And the very people who scream about “decolonization” are the same ones trying to re-paganize the West. The same spirit that once sacrificed children to false gods now mutilates them in hospitals. The same nature-worship that once bowed to idols now worships the planet itself. The same blood-soaked rituals of the old world have been replaced by abortion clinics and pride parades.

Different costumes, same demons.

Columbus’s voyage wasn’t an act of oppression—it was an act of revelation. It was God ripping open the veil of isolation and bringing light into a continent cloaked in darkness. Through him, Western civilization would take root, bringing literacy, law, and eventually, the gospel to a world drowning in superstition and violence.

Was it perfect?

Of course not.

But perfection was never the point. Providence was.

The revisionists hate Columbus not because of what he did, but because of what he represents. He represents courage, faith, ambition—the audacity to believe there’s something worth finding beyond the horizon. And that’s precisely what the modern left despises, the idea that some people, guided by conviction and courage, can change the world. They’d rather have everyone stay in their ideological cages, chanting their slogans about “lived experience” and “systemic oppression.”

Columbus was far from perfect—but so were his critics’ ancestors, who were busy painting themselves blue and worshiping stones. Civilization is not born from moral purity, it’s born from vision. From faith. From courage. From the willingness to risk failure for the sake of something greater.

And that’s exactly why they hate him. Because Columbus reminds them that history wasn’t written by “feelings” but by faith, determination, and men who dared to defy the prevailing wisdom of their age.

Columbus reminds them that Western civilization, for all its flaws, is still the only civilization in history that has freed more people, healed more sickness, and proclaimed the gospel of grace to more nations than any other.

So no, I won’t bow to their “Indigenous People’s Day.” I won’t pretend that ritual sacrifice and cannibalism are morally equivalent to the spread of the gospel. I won’t pretend that savagery is culture. I won’t celebrate regression as progress.

Instead, I’ll celebrate the man who, despite his flaws, dared to cross an ocean and forever changed the course of human history. I’ll celebrate the courage that carved out civilization from chaos, the faith that built cathedrals out of wilderness, and the providence that steered three wooden ships across an uncharted sea. And more importantly than that, I’ll thank God for all of it.

Because the truth is simple. Without Columbus, there is no America. Without America, there is no freedom. And despite the fact that God will not be silenced, at least in their minds, without freedom, there is no gospel witness.

And that is why they hate him.